I would be glad to spend the lunch hours with someone as well learned as you. It is a kindness that you seek those people out.
[ He is not one of those people, but he sees fit not to mention that. Those people - the Dalish, the city elves, people blinded by myths that are nothing close to the realities of the truth; he would offer his knowledge, but he knows how that goes already.
Thranduil is interesting, at least, and captures Solas' interest. It's not often that people care enough about him - the inconspicuous apostate hedge mage - to ask him questions about himself, his heritage, his nature, his existence. It's novel, and he tilts his head, welcoming the questions even if he is not entirely sure he can offer much in answer. Some things he must keep to himself, after all. ]
I am older than most, yes. Your guesses are not inaccurate. [ He bows his head, letting himself take the moment. He is old - very old - and the guesses would be correct if he had a true elven lifespan. The truth is otherwise, however, and he allows Thranduil the image of an older elf who has seen the world rather than who he is at heart. There is no time for his true nature when he must use his time wisely and properly.
All he does is smile in return. It has been some time since someone wanted to know more about him. ]
There are not many that reach this age much more. Elves of this world now life lives much as humans do, short rather than immortal. Think of the life of the human and you will witness the life of an elf of Thedas. [ And it makes him feel sick to his stomach, uncomfortable and uncertain in the depths of his heart. He doesn't like what the Veil has done, and he wants nothing more than to fix it. He simply feels incapable for the moment. ] They do not wish to hear the truth of their heritage nor the truth of their lore. I have offered, and been harassed for it.
[ Bowing his head, Solas manages himself, tucking his emotion back into the corner of his mind. ]
It is not an offence. I do not mind.
[ But, oh. He tilts his head, curious, before he offers his hand. He is trusting, but only because Thranduil is closest to the people he has seen in his life since waking. ]
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[ He is not one of those people, but he sees fit not to mention that. Those people - the Dalish, the city elves, people blinded by myths that are nothing close to the realities of the truth; he would offer his knowledge, but he knows how that goes already.
Thranduil is interesting, at least, and captures Solas' interest. It's not often that people care enough about him - the inconspicuous apostate hedge mage - to ask him questions about himself, his heritage, his nature, his existence. It's novel, and he tilts his head, welcoming the questions even if he is not entirely sure he can offer much in answer. Some things he must keep to himself, after all. ]
I am older than most, yes. Your guesses are not inaccurate. [ He bows his head, letting himself take the moment. He is old - very old - and the guesses would be correct if he had a true elven lifespan. The truth is otherwise, however, and he allows Thranduil the image of an older elf who has seen the world rather than who he is at heart. There is no time for his true nature when he must use his time wisely and properly.
All he does is smile in return. It has been some time since someone wanted to know more about him. ]
There are not many that reach this age much more. Elves of this world now life lives much as humans do, short rather than immortal. Think of the life of the human and you will witness the life of an elf of Thedas. [ And it makes him feel sick to his stomach, uncomfortable and uncertain in the depths of his heart. He doesn't like what the Veil has done, and he wants nothing more than to fix it. He simply feels incapable for the moment. ] They do not wish to hear the truth of their heritage nor the truth of their lore. I have offered, and been harassed for it.
[ Bowing his head, Solas manages himself, tucking his emotion back into the corner of his mind. ]
It is not an offence. I do not mind.
[ But, oh. He tilts his head, curious, before he offers his hand. He is trusting, but only because Thranduil is closest to the people he has seen in his life since waking. ]
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